“Youwon’t. There’s a difference.” He shrugged like it was unimportant. “But I’m a patient man.”
I snorted. “We both know that’s a lie.”
His eyes lit with humor and I glanced away. When he was like this— when it was just me and him and nothing else to interfere, it was impossible not to be charmed. I’d reluctantly lusted for Samael from the moment I’d met him, but when I ignored all the history between us, I enjoyed simply spending time with him.
And I was a sucker. It was only a matter of time before he screwed me over again.
“My patience only stretches so far, little witch. I’m tired of watching you fight your feelings for me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re forgetting I’ve known you for less than six months. It takes longer than that to come to terms with any feelings I may or may not have.”
His silver eyes gleamed. “Ah, Danica. We both know those feelings exist. But I will only wait for so long.”
“And then what? You’ll leave me alone?”
He slowly shook his head. “Never.”
I didn’t think I wanted to know what the alternative was.
“I’ll go with you to the scene,” he said, jolting me from my thoughts.
“When?”
“Now.” He pressed a button on his phone. “Reschedule this morning’s meetings.”
“Yes sir,” his assistant’s voice was surprised.
I sighed. And just like that, he dropped everything to help me. Was it any wonder I was constantly off balance with the guy?
“We will fly,” he said. I opened my mouth to argue, and he simply ignored me, throwing open the balcony doors.
“Why don’t I take my car? There’s no need for you to haul me around when I can meet you there.”
He smiled over his shoulder at me. “Ah, but I so enjoy hauling you around. Why rob myself of the small pleasures in life?”
His mood had improved. And why wouldn’t it? He’d gotten everything he wanted. Again.
His eyes glittered. “It’s not often I get to see you pout. It makes me want to–”
I thinned my lips and gave him a dark scowl as I stalked toward him. The demon simply chuckled, gathered me in his arms, and knifed into the sky.
Flying with Samael was torture. On the one hand, I had a birds-eye view of Durham, as the blue sky stretched out before me, and the breeze rustled my hair. On the other hand, the demon delighted in holding me as close as possible, nuzzling my neck and murmuring in my ear as he carried me across the sky. By the time he landed, I was a horny wreck.
He knew it too. My knees almost buckled as he landed, and he held on for a few extra moments.
“Careful now,” he purred.
I was far too mature to respond to such obvious needling. I turned toward the house and an ache took up residence in my chest.
I’d done everything I could to avoid this house when I returned to Durham. The memories had been too painful. But I’d never expected that one day it would be gone. In my mind, the house would outlive all of us, standing against all storms.
And it should have.
Why had the wards failed? Why had none of the witches managed to get out?
I needed to get a copy of the autopsy reports. I slid a glance toward Samael, who was frowning at the black remains of the house. One more bargain to make with the demon. Awesome.
